There are few things in this world that make me happier than pastel Easter Eggs. Those beautiful, soft colors warm my heart right up and and give me warm fuzzies all over. But this year I have a little someone who warms my heart up just a little bit more 🙂 I can officially say that holidays with a baby are just as good, if not better, than that of my own childhood.
I fondly remember going to bed the night before Easter and anxiously waiting the morning light. Oh, what joy my little soul would feel when I would open my eyes! Or in my family’s case… what my little ears would hear. Every Easter morning, my mom would wake us up to the blaring sound of Second Chapter of Acts’ “The Easter Song.” My heart still skips a beat every time I hear the piano intro. Those of you who know me know that I am not a morning person. But on Easter Sunday, you’ve never seen anyone, anywhere get out of bed as fast as I did. Jared and I would fling our doors open to the sound of that beautiful music yelling, “He is Risen!!” and see the trail of candy that the Easter Bunny had left us. When I say candy, I don’t mean twenty or thirty pieces. I mean, HUNDREDS of pieces of our favorite candy strategically placed all over our house. We would get on our hands and knees and pick up our candy trail from our rooms as fast as we could and then rush down stairs to our pink and blue Easter baskets. I was always in charge of standing on our kitchen table and getting the candy from the chandelier – there were definitely benefits to being taller and older 🙂 Then after all the candy was found, the great sugar feast would commence and we would go and get ready for church – mind you, this would go on at like, 6 AM. Dad was a pastor and we all had to be there for the early services. Oh, the joys of being a P.K.
I will always have a special memory of stopping at the top of our stairs in the middle of the candy chaos and seeing my parents (still in their pajamas) watching us, waiting for our reactions to the candy and our baskets. They always took such careful effort and time to make holidays so special. I will never be able to repay them for that – I will carry my memories of Easter morning for as long as I will live. That brings us to making the next generation’s holiday memories special… enter Eleanor Sue, stage left….
Grandma Eberspacher got her this ADORABLE little sun hat! I got her home and she doesn’t want to take it off! She also got her some new books and a new summer outfit.
Saturday was spent playing games and hanging out with the Eberspacher side of the family. Grandpa made his infamous hand cranked ice cream and everyone went out to see the spring calves.
Eric also took me out to see the materials for our new pivot. Hopefully our new well will be dug in the next week or so, just in time for planting. The boys went out to stake out how much of our crop will be irrigated by this new pivot on Friday while we went shopping. Now Dad knows which type of fertilizer to spray where for our spring crop.